There were many interesting things on the Philadelphia. According to Augusteâs time on his watch when they boarded, it was about 11 a.m. and Alexiaâs concert would not begin until 9 p.m.
âIâll take you to the exhibition.â Auguste took Haiâanâs hand and looked into his eyes.
âPainting Exhibition?â Haiâan didnât understand why Auguste suddenly had this interest and wanted to take him to the exhibition.
âYes, Iâll show you a picture.â
The painting Auguste wanted to show, called âBelovedâ, was a painting handed down a long time ago and one of the most famous paintings in the interstellar world.
The painting was of a man, the painter could not be said to be excellent, but was not bad. The author delicately outlined the manâs top half with his brush strokes. The manâs lower body was covered by a velvet blanket. He was lying lazily on a gorgeous big bed. His whole body was full of strong muscles, full of the aesthetic feeling of strength, but he was a man. His face was painted with paint, leaving only the eyes â two huge white holes.
And what made the painting famous were the pigments it used, very special, blood.
People didnât know when the painting was created, but it had been five thousand years since it was first discovered. Surprisingly, the blood on the painting was still bright red, not withered into a heavy black-brown, but showed a bright red as it had just been smeared on.
Even with the most advanced instruments, it is impossible to detect its age.
Everyone who has seen this painting would be shocked by it. When people approached it, they could feel the strong love transmitted from it, like blood, strong and desperate, which made people cry.
âWell, I didnât expect the painting to be pulled down. This painting is really shocking. I come here every few years to see it, but after today, I may never see it again.â
âYes, who was the person who painted this picture? I have never heard of them at all.â
âI donât know. No record of them can be found in any history book.â
Many people stood in front of the painting in an intense discussion, but everyoneâs eyes were red and several people even took out handkerchiefs, wiping the tears that fell from their eyes.
Haiâan was shocked when he saw the painting. He walked to the front of the painting in a daze, and the depression from the pavement instantly weighed on his heart.
âMagic of Time...â Haiâan murmured in a low voice.
This painting had the seal of time magic placed on it so that time was always fixed at the moment it was just painted, so no matter how many years passed, it would be the same and would never change.
Auguste went to Haiâan and took his hand. âThe owner of this painting will appear tonight. To take it away, it has been on display for more than five thousand years.â
âHas this painting been on the Philadelphia all the time?â Haiâan turned his head.
âNo, it has been on display on many planets. It was put on the Flower Street about two hundred years ago. Does it look good?â
Haiâan looked at the painting and took a deep breath. âItâs a miracle.â
Yes, itâs a miracle, a miracle that lasted tens of thousands of years.
Others couldnât see the age of the painting, but Haiâan could read the exact time from the magic lines on the canvas. The magic lines were so dense that they overlapped on the canvas one layer after another. That was how the eternal love of the painting was maintained. People would cry when they saw the painting, because they drew from the magic of time. The man of the painting had sealed his own feelings into each stroke â a desperate love.
Haiâan was also sad. The feeling was too heavy. He was just a little closer to the painting. He had such a sad mood. You can imagine how desperate the person who painted the painting had been.
Auguste smiled softly, pulled Haiâan away a little, and took him away from the viewing area of Beloved. âDo you know who owns this painting?â
âI donât know.â Haiâan shook his head.
âItâs Uncle Ye.â
âUncle Ye??!!â
âYes, he will appear in a minute. Have you seen the name of the painter?â Auguste raised his finger and pointed to the lower left corner of the painting. âDo you know that text?â
In the lower left corner of the painting, a small line was written in black ink: [palatine]
No one knows what it was, but the owner of the painting says it was the authorâs name.
Haiâan knows this line. It really was a personâs name â a name spelled with the ancient magic words commonly used in Nore, and anyone who had learned magic would know it.
âPalatine...â Haiâan whispered, and after reading it, he found that it was like the name of the priest in the Church of Erenie. Haiâan immediately turned his head and looked at Auguste in shock. âIs this Uncle Ye?â
âMaybe, after all, I havenât seen Uncle Ye naked.â
âAt first, Carl and I fell on a planet with a very bad environment. It was Uncle Ye and Palatine who saved us.â Auguste took Haiâanâs hand and walked slowly forward. âThey took Carl and I out of the planet and taught us a lot. Palatine seemed to want to be our teacher, but Carl and I didnât trust anyone very much. When my eggshell could be turned into a spaceship, we ran at night. Later, when Carl and I joined the army, we met Palatine in the Empire. He didnât know what to do. He was fascinated by nunsâ portraits and often jumped on Uncle Yeâs feet.â
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Auguste looked down at the ground with a smile on his lips. He walked forward step by step with Haiâan, and spoke in the most relaxed tone of voice about his past.
Haiâan looked at Augusteâs face in a daze. He did not ask where Auguste was going to take him. Suddenly, a strong feeling surged up to his heart like a huge wave. There were thousands of words in his throat, but he did not know where to start.
âWhy donât you talk?â Auguste suddenly turned and stopped, and Haiâan fell into his arms without paying attention.
âSo when you and Carl first met Uncle Ye, did he do the same thing?â Haiâan pulled out of Augusteâs arms and stood upright. âI mean, has he always dressed like this? Covered his whole body with a black cloak.â
âYes, and in Titus, Uncle Yeâs job was to sweep the streets.â
Haiâan could not help laughing when he heard this. His eyes were slightly bent, face clean, pure, tender and beautiful.
Auguste raised his right hand and gently touched Haiâanâs face, feeling the smooth and delicate skin beneath his fingertips. Then he lowered his head and bit the tip of Haiâanâs nose. His lips touched Haiâanâs lips, but he did not kiss him. âI really want to take a bite of you...â
Haiâan stopped laughing.
Auguste was playing a hooligan again.
It was Augusteâs turn to laugh. Suddenly he picked up Haiâan and ran forward.
Haiâan was shocked by Augusteâs unexpected movements and quickly put his arms around Augusteâs neck. âWhere are you going? Put me down.â
âOkay.â Auguste set him down as soon as Haiâan spoke.
They arrived at a church.
Lydney, Carl, Colin, Corson and Jamie were all there, standing on both sides of the church. The white marble pillars with light patterns on the side of the church were carved with exquisite patterns. The domes of the arch, the colorful rose glass windows, the statues around them were vivid and exquisite reliefs. The ground made of white marble was shining brightly, reflecting everyoneâs figure.
Palatine sat at the front of the audience, saw Auguste and Haiâan, turned his head and lowered his eyes, and greeted them, âHi!â
And standing in front of him was Uncle Ye, who took off his black cloak.
Uncle Yeâs beautiful face had no expression, and his golden hair seemed to shine like a light, but his lips, which had always been pale, were now very red, as if they had been painted with lip honey, and as clear and shining as sapphire eyes looked at them.
âHere we are.â Uncle Yeâs voice was still hoarse and low.
He and Palatine changed clothes. Palatine no longer wore his black sacrificial clothes, but a white priestâs gown. Uncle Ye wore a white suit. His slightly tightened sleeves showed his excellent figure.
Haiâan did not know what Auguste was going to do, but his heart beat fast. Auguste pulled Haiâan to Uncle Ye and stood face to face with him. Uncle Ye looked at the two of them and laughed. âAuguste, would you like this man to be your husband and enter into a marriage contract with him? Love him, take care of him, respect him, accept him, be faithful to him until the end of his life, whether sick or healthy, or for any other reason?â
âI will.â
âHaiâan Galanold, would you like this man to be your husband and enter into a marriage contract with him? Love him, take care of him, respect him, accept him, and remain faithful to him until the end of his life, regardless of illness, health or any other reason?â
Galanold was the surname of all the white elves. Haiâan could see the clear shadow of himself in Augusteâs deep red eyes. He watched his eyes that were deep and firm, with a fiery flame, and the heat went straight to the bottom of his heart.
Haiâanâs throat slipped. He felt that he was trembling all over. He thought he was speechless, but he heard his clear and firm voice, âI will.â
Auguste pulled out a necklace from his pocket. Haiâan looked at it. He thought he had hidden it in his flowerpot, Auguste gave him his soul stone. Auguste opened the necklace and put the soul stone around Haiâanâs neck.
âI have witnessed you swear to love each other, and now you can kiss each other.â
The dome of the church was carved with beautiful patterns and reliefs. A beam of sunlight shone from the dome into the hall and hit Auguste and Haiâan. In the white light, Haiâan closed his eyes, and then felt Augusteâs warm lips gently imprint himself against his.